Oh, the things we do for, er, love.
I myself remember when I was 14 or so, and very smitten with an “older man” of 18, trying to make myself desirable by dipping the ends of all ten fingers in a teacup full of perfume. Yes, I poured several different perfumes into a cup and dabbled my fingers around in it thinking, “What am I doing? This is so stupid!” But even so I was smiling….
He never looked twice at me, though he must have wondered about the perfume smell–don’t you think? And yet, even remembering it, I’m smiling.
So I’m not surprised by this official news–sex is good for you!*
I’m still hoping for similar news about chocolate and whiskey….
* That is, sex is good for you if you’re an affectionate, grown-up human being. If you are a penis-fencing flatworm (ouch!), it’s bad news to be a female. On the other hand, when redback spiders have sex, it looks to me as if the pleasure’s all hers.
(Thanks to Amity Wilczek and the Harvard sex tutorial for exotic links.)